"He does in fact flirt with people pretty readily. You know your sister better than I but I am not surprised they get along."

"Yeah. Well, we'll see what happens."

"We will! How are you doing?"

"Very well. Should I take a moment to figure out how to summarize it in non-technical detail?"

"Sure!"

She does this! She is very enthusiastic about her summary. There is excited gesticulation.

He is an attentive audience.

He's good at that. She appreciates it.

Eventually she leaves, trying not to worry too much about their siblings.

All of her clothes go missing one day and turn up with stunningly pretty hot pink lace frills added, three days later, on the clothesline.

...Nice.

She wears the newly-lacy clothes around, and a few days after that his shirts start disappearing and turning up in places Huan's likely to find them embroidered elaborately in multicolored designs with sparkly thread.

This seems like a strict improvement! He plants a bunch of really vibrant fast-growing flower seeds in cobblestone-looking squares of dirt and replaces the ones on her walkway so one day she comes outside to a flower path instead of a stone one.

She picks her way carefully through the flowers and replaces nearly every object in his room with one exactly like it except its chromatic opposite.

She has to have inside help. He corners Marillë.

"Hi?"

"How's your sister been getting into the house unseen?"

"How's she been what?"

He gestures with a magnificently embroidered sleeve.

"I have no idea. Maybe it was the statues."

"Of course it was the statues. I'm trying to figure out who helped them. Who sided with the statues against their own people."

"I wish you the best of luck."

"Couple things from my room I'd like back."

"I'll let her know. What things?"

He lists them.

"Okay, I'll let her know. She doesn't want to actually hurt you."

"She hasn't. I just wanna know who's her inside agent."